#this is so good and the facial expressions are perfect

[mattsstarlet]

pornstar!matt hates sharing what is his.

PLEASE READ: i wasn’t going to make a part two but here we are, if you haven’t read the first part please check it out here, as this blurb picks up right where it left off. reminder that pearl aka camgirl!friend has no romantic feelings for candy. enjoy!

your tongue lapped at pearl’s aching cunt like a desperate, thirsty, little puppy. you were absolutely fucked out, with matt’s cum oozing out of your abused hole, overstimulated and full but seeing you this submissive made him want to keep fucking you until you passed out.

the red-head ran her fingers through your hair, her stiletto shaped nails dug deep into your scalp. her hips bucked wildly against your flushed face, practically using you to get herself off.

“just like that, puppy, fuck.” she moans, grinning at matt’s reaction when he felt you clench around him. she knew you liked the little pet name, knew you liked being used like this. “she’s such a perfect little sub, isn’t she?”

matt won’t admit it, but he feels slightly jealous having to share you with anyone else, even if it was sexual. he plows into you deeply and rough, an exhausted smirk appearing on his face as your tongue loses it’s rhythm on her pussy. “good girl,” he drags out, he didn’t care about the stream anymore, he was treating it as a competition against pearl— that only he could make you feel good. no one else.

pearl let out a chuckle at his possessive behavior, only fueling her more. her hazy eyes find his, all while she shifts onto her knees, cupping your chin upwards. she traces your features, mouth shaped into an ‘o’, your makeup worn off and tears flowing down your pink stained cheeks. her dripping hole clenched at the sight of your lips, wet with her arousal.

her red stained lips grin, offering a last challenging look to matt before she finally pressed her lips onto yours. she moans, tasting herself on your tongue, swirling the muscle with her own. “you’re such a good girl kisser, pup.” she praises, rubbing her thumb on your bottom, swollen lip. “you should it more often.”

matt can’t stand her pitchy giggles— sure, watching you kiss another woman was attractive but he hated it more than he liked it. he reaches forward, wrapping a handful of your hair around his wrist and tugging you upwards, his chest pressed against your back.

you whine loudly, feeling his cock plunge deeper inside your sloppy hole. his palm leaves your hair, finding home around your neck. pearl shakes her head in amusement, reading the chat box of your stream before her fingers reached out to rub your sensitive bud, her eyes fixated on the way your tits bounced with each thrust.

“you’re takin’ it so well, baby.” she whispers, kissing your perky nipples. she can’t help but smirk at matt’s facial expressions, lost in paradise and not caring about her anymore— she knew he was close. “you gonna cum, matt? all deep in our girl? hm?” she knew she was taking a risk, but she didn’t care, not when she heard you whimper at her sudden behavior towards him.

“fuck,” he curses underneath his breath, his grip on both your hip and your neck tightening. his eyebrows furrowed, sweating dripping down his temple as he tries to brush off her tempting words. “shut up.”

“i know you wanna cum,” she taunts with a hint of sultry in her voice. she wasn’t even attracted to men, but she found it fun to play with. matt’s thrusts become sloppy, your moans turning into desperate sobs by the overstimulation and the way your head felt empty. “doesn’t she feel so good? so warm and tight? just begging for you to fill her up.”

he grunts, eyes squeezed shut as he feels your tight walls pulse around him, milking his cock into spurting his cum inside your walls. pearl smiles devilishly, giggling while your body twitches as she continues to play with your messy folds.

“gooood boy, matty.” she praises, humming to herself while your body falls limp into her arms. she pets your hair, her free arm wrapping around your waist for support. “look at how tired she is.”

his chest heaves as he comes down his high, his gaze narrowing at her. he quickly shuts down your laptop, the webcam’s flashlight shutting off. “don’t ever do that shit again.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ since pride month is basically over. i wrote this in 20 minutes meow. live laugh love men and women. also feel free to send in some asks! i want to bring them back.

[pastryfication]

pretty world — chapter one

her move to london was supposed to be her fresh start. an opportunity to find herself anew in a place where nobody knew her name. but just as she finds herself settling in, ollie bearman happens. and despite her reservations, he barrels past every one of her well-built walls and ruins her plans.

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The professor was droning on and on in front of the screen. The principle he was enthusiastically explaining had made perfect sense when she learned about it in her native language, but in English, the words seemed to jumble together, and she had given up in following along already at the beginning of the lecture. Now, she was just doodling away in her notebook, trying to look interested in what the elderly man was rambling on about.

Her first week in London had been good. Quiet and uneventful, but good. A few girls from her class had invited her to eat lunch the other day, and just like that, she was starting to grow her social cycle in the British capital.

She had been good at adapting, at figuring out all the new, unfamiliar social cues. All her years of quiet, polite smiles seemed to finally be paying oL in a way that gave her fruition.

When the professor finally started packing up his things, signalling the end of the lecture, she was quick on her feet, moving out the room quicker than anyone else.

The building was busy, students lining all the hallways as she made her way out. She had study hall later, but until then, she was completely free.

For a minute, she considered texting one of her new friends to get a coffee, but she was afraid to push, to overstep in the still new connections, so instead her finger found way to her saved favourites and tapped her brother’s name.

Lorenzo picked up after two rings, a smile evident in his voice. “Hello,” a bit of shuLling was heard on his line. “Did my little sister finally decide to call her favourite brother?”

“Hi, Enzo.” She laughed softly. “Sorry I haven’t called earlier.”

“I was just joking, don’t worry. I’m taking the lack of contact as a good sign. Are you settling in good?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” She hesitated for a moment, looking around her at the grey skies threatening overhead the big park area. “Everything’s so diLerent from home ... and yeah, I don’t really know anyone, but it’s also nice.”

Lorenzo’s voice was soft through the line, and she could almost imagine the overbearing big brother smile he was wearing. “It’s okay to find it hard at first.”

“No, it’s not hard.” She looked down at her worn out sneakers. The tops were getting wet from the damp grass. “I just have to find my place here, I guess.”

He sighed good-naturedly in a way that made it easy to imagine his facial expression. “If you say so... just remember, you don’t have to prove anything. Not to me. Not to anyone else.”

She sucked in a deep breath at his words, but her resolve remained the same till the subject inevitably changed.

-

She chatted with her brother all the way back to her room, revelling in the company, before they said their goodbyes and she promised to call both Arthur and their mother before long.

She was the kind of person who enjoyed her own space, but the silence in her tiny student apartment felt so overwhelming that she almost regretted not signing up for a roommate, just to have someone, no matter how unfamiliar, to fill the silence that threaten to strangle her every time she stepped inside.

As the unwelcome feeling overwhelmed her, the small slip of paper sitting on her kitchen counter seemed to suddenly be the only thing she could focus on. It was a small slip, ripped oL the corner of a napkin and crinkled from being carried around in her pocket. On it was a scribbled number so crooked that it could only have been written by a teenage boy.

Ollie had handed it to her with a crooked smile and a “Call me if you ever get lonely or need a tour guide.”, paired with an awkward scratch at the back of his head.

She was originally going to throw it out as soon as she came home, but something in her had stopped, and put it there instead.

Ollie had been nice. Welcoming and open, but still a bit shy and held-back in a so charming way that she hadn’t been able to stop smiling throughout the night. Had he been any other guy, she would have been over the moon to get his number after such a great evening. But he wasn’t. He was everything she was trying to avoid. Everything she was desperately trying to escape.

It wasn’t his fault that his job and everything it brought was so sensitive for her. It wasn’t his fault that she had been so exposed to the spotlight that she had grown to resent every innocent photographer and fan who just wanted to feel close to their idol.

She hadn’t chosen that life, and maybe because of that, because the only conscience choice she had made was to get away from the high speed, over exposed life of Formula 1, it felt so much more wrong to contact a boy who stood for all that. (No matter how cute he looked with his messy hair and goofy grin)

But still, despite that, she didn’t throw out the slip.

—

Ollie was waiting for a call. He tried to pretend he wasn’t, but he couldn’t stop the way his thoughts kept drifting back to her; to her soft smile, the way she nervously twisted her hair and most importantly, the way he hadn’t stopped smiling the entire night.

He thought they had connected, thought she had felt the same, but apparently not.

Wouldn’t she have called or texted him if she did?

He had never been very caught up in the idea of love or crushes, no, karting had always been his entire life, but this was as if destiny had handed him the perfect girl on a silver platter.

What were the odds of him connecting with the sister of one of his coming colleagues—and on top of that one that had been nothing but welcoming to him? It seemed almost too good to be true. She would be able to understand his world like none of his former girlfriends had.

But it was too good to be true. He was getting ahead of himself. He knew that. But wasn’t that better than not giving it a chance at all? It seemed to be what she was doing, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him a bit frustrated.

He was driving to Haas’s location in Oxfordshire with his dad a few weeks later to prepare for the season, but until then, he was staying with some friends in London to get the teenage experience before he started his real grown-up job.

Maybe that was what his frustration stemmed from. Stress. Insecurity.

Why wouldn’t she just call him?

[spotsupstuff]

How do you make your drawings so expressive, especially in the facial expressions? I want to make my character drawings more expressive and I'm not really sure how to do so, so any advice on it, especially with expressions, would be very appreciated!

Great timing, right when I'm having a crisis about my abilities. -face in hands- I will Attempt to explain my processes around expressiveness to my best ability, however.

• What helps expressions quite a bit is asymmetry. I realized this some years ago, before I would be maticulously trying to achieve perfect symmetry.

One eye bigger than the other, adds to dynamicness of the expression, along with line of flow to the eyebrows.

• I'm fairly convinced even the smallest details can affect an expression.

• Lack of information is an expression, too.

Aka, leaving large amount of expression (if not whole) up to interpretation of the audience, but setting the general vibe by other means, OR using it as a set up for a funny reveal because lack of actually seeing the face gives it all an air of seriousness, usually.

• Imperfections and anatomical nonsensibility spawn their own specific feelings.

She has no business having that giant or small eyes, the mouth is too big, she doesn't have shark teeth like in the first picture, she doesn't have a tongue. He's got a mouth outside of the boundaries of his face. Those things help to say something, though.

Good example are also meme emoji drawings. These kinds have hyperspecific expressions, which is what sells them as memes, even if the reposter of the meme doesn't consciously picks up on it

• Posing, angles of camera, details within the anatomy, tiny adjustments within the facial features, add greatly.

To note here: slacked shoulders, different rotation of the torso, different angle of the torso (from below vs. more head on), neck squished by the shoulders vs stretched by the relaxation, mouth placed unrealistic more to the side vs placed more realistically and slightly open, eyes squinted on their bottom (flexing of the cheek muscles) vs relaxation [giving a more ,,In that moment, his expression fell", quite literally thanks to the relaxation], less extreme frown - the eyebrows are more leveled than arched - this gives more "concern" vibe than "anger" vibe.

-- example of posing:

-- example of angle:

In the case of characters with limited facial features (like Iterators, just eyes), one has to rely more on posing, anatomy details and angles. Exaggeration with both their lone facial feature and posing is a good idea, just gotta find the right balance between It and your desired weight of reality in the scene.

Outside aspects like the little anime expression signal thingies help out, too.

• And ofc also looking into animal behaviour to apply them to inhuman features boosts expressiveness.

Anatomical notes: jaw is hinged to the rest of the skull, meaning lowering it, moving it side to side and clenching it helps an expression come more alive.

Lips have their own volume, sticking them out from profile is Good. Shoulders are like another joint in arms- by which I mean the true root/anchor of an arm is more the point where clavicles connect to the sternum than the shoulder itself. They can be moved forwards and backwards. Moving them forwards for example boosts the feeling of curling in on self.

Here's an older compilation of Euros having a shit day for analyzation if you'd like.

[cantstoptheimagines]

All Tied Up (Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Usopp | One Piece)

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Summary — Luffy’s dream of tying you to the main mast comes to fruition. Zoro and Usopp join the fun.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Another pirate smut for the collection (rough foursome; free use (human fleshlight vibes at certain points); exhibitionism (fucking on deck but no one’s around to see); oral (female receiving); penetration (vaginal); overstimulation; bondage; hair-pulling; fingering and pussy slapping; creampies and facials; spanking; degradation and name-calling; biting and licking).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,283. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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Uncontrollable pants filled your ear at the sound of skin on skin echoed in the air. Zoro’s heavy balls slapped your clit with every thrust of his hips, sinking his aching cock deep into your entrance over and over. His efforts were made simply by your position.

It was one Luffy had pleaded to see you in for weeks. In the middle of his ship’s deck, you’re bent over a wine barrel, hips digging into the wood while your legs and feet dangle weakly. Incapable of touching the wooden deck, they swung back and forth with every harsh thrust against your backside. Yours arms have been stretched out in front of you, all so your wrists could be tied to the main mast of the Sunny. The knot securing them there was formed with one of Luffy’s infamous pirate flags. 

The sight of you, according to your captain, was nothing short of delectable. And his description must have been somewhat accurate, given the eagerness in joining the fun both Zoro and Usopp had expressed when they had first wandered onto the deck that morning. And Luffy, being Luffy, was always happy to share. 

On your right, he grinned down at you while stroking his long, twitching cock, “Perfect day for this, isn’t it? Nice and clear, easy to focus our attention on using you.”

Your response is incoherent, muffled by the fabric of your underwear. Usopp, moaning intensely on your left, slapped his own leaking tip against your cheek, and spoke up, “Can’t say anything, huh? Keep quiet next time and maybe I won’t need to shove something in that pathetic mouth of yours.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. Had that really been why Usopp had forced your underwear into your mouth? Did he not like your moans? Were you being too loud this time—?

You let out another muffled gasp after Zoro gave a particularly rough thrust into your core. His large hands dug into the flesh of your ass as he huffed, “Give her a break, Usopp! It’s hard work, taking cum all day. We’ve gotta let her squeal at least a couple times. She’s earned it after letting us bend her over like this.”

One of his hands slapped your backside, drawing out one of those squeals he had just mentioned. Usopp didn’t have much time to think of a response before a wave of pleasure raked over his spine. His orgasm burst from the tip of his cock. Creamy, white ropes of his release splattered onto your face. His length twitched with every spurt. 

Once his release had subsided, Usopp smiled with a deep moan, “Damn, that was good. Bet you like all that cum on your pretty face, huh?”

“My turn! Ah! My—! My turn now!” demanded Luffy.

His hand fiercely stroked his own length, attempting to reach a quicker finish. One squeeze of his balls sent him over the edge. Another wave of cum sprayed onto your sweaty skin. Luffy’s fingers wove themselves into your hair as his other hand aimed his cock’s mushroom head at your face. His release mixed with Usopp’s, leaving white beads dribbling down your forehead and along your nose.

Behind you, Zoro let out an amused laugh. He yanked your hips, roughly dragging your tight entrance on and off his thick length. With his strength, it didn’t require much effort. His teeth filled out a feral grin, “Bet they’re gonna wish they came in your pussy more when they had you to themselves this morning. It’s mine now though, I’m taking it over. Look at ‘em, trying to get it back up.”

He was right. Both Luffy and Usopp were already stroking themselves back to life, desperate for more.

“Fuck!” grunted Zoro, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Get ready, I’ve been saving this for you all day. Gonna fill up that tight womb with my cum, got it?”

He rocked you against the wine barrel, occasionally readjusting your position with a grumble whenever you got knocked out of place. The wood made your hips and pelvis ache with each of Zoro’s unyielding tugs on your body. Even now and then, you’d get a peek at your clenched toes whenever they were forced to swing forward enough. 

“Filthy little cunt, it’s always so damn tight,” he groaned, your muffled cries causing warmth to pool in his tightening abdomen. “Take it! I’m dumping everything inside, take it all! Suck in my load with your pussy, c’mon, taking my fucking cum! Oh, fuck, you little slut! Hah!”

He spread your cheeks for a better view, gritting his teeth at the sight of his cock sinking into you one last time. His balls pulsed, flush against your clit. His cum flooded your walls and painted your insides white. 

“Shit, that’s it. Take it all in there,” he muttered, slowly easing his length out of your entrance. He gripped himself with one hand and then struck the quivering head of his cock against your unused asshole. Still exposed by his other hand groping your plump flesh, your tightest entrance clenched around Zoro’s thumb when it sank inside. “Gonna ruin this one later. Need to get some energy back first.” 

He slapped your sore cheeks a few times before smearing his cum through your sensitive folds as it oozed out of your wet hole. Finally, with another few taps of his leaking cockhead, he stuffed himself back into his pants and sauntered off. 

Luffy wasted no time in taking Zoro’s place. His hips collided with your bare skin as he bottomed out inside you. His hands pressed against your lower back, forcing your spine into a deep arch as he began thrusting at a fast pace. You couldn’t help but whine through your makeshift gag.

“Zoro got you all stretched out! He’s too big for you!” he huffed angrily. “He’ll ruin you for the rest of us if he keeps stealing so many turns with your pussy. Why d’you let him do that, huh?”

“Mmph! Mmph! Mm—Mmph!” was all he got in response. Over and over, his cock sank into you, your wetness squelching out around him with each movement.

Usopp slowly stroked himself to the sight of his friend making you go cross-eyed, “That’s it, pretty thing. Enough about Zoro. You’re gonna cum on Luffy’s cock now, aren’t you?”

His words seemed to only bring Luffy closer to a release upon hearing them. You whimpered when Luffy pressed his chest against your back, restricting your movements even further. One of his hands tightly gripped onto your shoulder. Meanwhile, the other reached around your head, allowing Luffy’s large, sweaty palm to press against your forehead. He forcefully pushed your head back as he panted into your ear.

“Pretty pussy,” he muttered, only seeking the pleasure your body offered him. “My crew’s pretty, perfect pussy, all tied up. Ugh! So good, this pussy’s so good, wanna eat it.”

Still stroking himself, Usopp stepped closer, reached beneath your swaying body, and found your swollen clit, “Let me help ya out.”

“Yes, yes!” cried Luffy.

Although the feeling of Usopp attacking your clit with his fingers was almost too much for you, neither of them seemed to care. Tears welled up in your eyes while your cunt clenched around Luffy’s cock. His speed was so fast, it could be considered inhumane. He offered your pussy no relief.

Instead, he cried and huffed and whimpered into your ear upon feeling the increasing tightness of your sopping entrance. It wasn’t until Usopp struck at your aching clit, pulling your own squirting release from your cunt, that Luffy’s resolve finally broke.

He sank his length deep into your walls while his teeth suddenly dug into your temple. Rope after rope of hot cum shot into your wet cunt. All the while, Luffy’s bite shifted to your cheek and then to the side of your neck as his eyes rolled back. To anyone else, he probably looked akin to a wild animal, desperate to mark and breed its mate.

Usopp gasped, tearing his hand away from his cock before his own release could wash over him. However, he continued his assault on your overstimulated clit, grinning as you twitched and whined uncontrollably.

“What’s that?” he mocked. He then pulled your underwear out of your mouth, and chuckled, “Speak up, cutie. C’mon.”

“Please, please, ugh! Please, wait!” you cried out. A gasp fell from your lips when Luffy’s teeth released your neck, only for his tongue to repeatedly run over your sweaty skin. “Luffy, need you—hah—to slow down! Too much!”

“Almost done,” muttered Luffy, though he listened to your pleas regarding his pace, and pulled his cock out of your entrance. However, it was quickly replaced with his tongue when he knelt behind you, and said, “Still wanna eat.”

Usopp groped your ass, spreading your cheeks for Luffy, who gripped your shaking thighs. His long tongue ran over your folds once, then twice, before it sank into you.

Usopp teased your asshole, much like Zoro had done earlier when he was still on deck, while Luffy took a deep whiff of your arousal. Your captain’s mouth explored your wetness carelessly, panting and slurping. His release from just moments ago, now mixed with your own, dripped into his awaiting mouth. He let out a series of satisfied groans, sinking his nails deep into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Pussy tastes—yes—so good! Need it! Don’t squirm too much! Put it back in my mouth, c’mon, your clit! There you go! Mmph! Yes, yes!”

“Cum again,” ordered Usopp. “Cum on his tongue so I can put my dick in you already, c’mon!”

Your vision blurs as another orgasm washes over your body. You hardly realize it when Luffy gets in one last lick before he walks away with a satisfied grin, his softening cock swinging between his legs with every step. He toyed with his balls while making his way to the kitchen.

“My chance with you now, pretty thing,” muttered Usopp, disappearing from your sight to take his place behind you. “Talk to me. You still feel good?”

Every part of you lies still, your limbs weak. You’re panting uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath from your time with Luffy. You can only hum in response to his question. Quietly, Usopp laughed from behind you, and you can’t help but shudder when a warm hand runs over your spine.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, only to groan when he took a glance at your soaked folds. “Those two always fuck you up, huh? I think you can take another round though.” 

Usopp abruptly shoved into you, stretching you even further. You can’t stop a loud, surprised cry from escaping your lips. One of his hands wrapped itself in your hair while the other reached around to grasp your throat. He quickly yanks your head as far back as he can manage. Your back is arched at an almost impossible angle, not that he seemed to care.

Hunching over you, Usopp cursed and immediately set a quick, unforgiving pace with his thrusts. He resists the urge to choke you every time your throat pulses beneath his palm with a new plea for him to slow down. Instead, he leans over you enough to lick the sweat that beads on your temple. 

“Ours, ours,” he groaned. “Pussy’s ours. Wanna fill you up and leave you tied up for everyone to see. Want every ship passing by to know whose cum is dripping outta your guts.”

“Usopp, ugh!” you whined, gasping each time his hips smacked your aching backside. “Please! Can’t do it again!”

“Can’t do what, huh? Cum?” he chuckled with a deep huff. “You don’t need to worry about it—fuck, baby! I’m taking care of that for ya. Yeah, I’ll make you cum again, just as soon as I’m through with this pussy of yours, m’kay?”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you were unable to do anything but pant and whine as Usopp had his way with you. He hissed into your ear, occasionally licking your skin, as he dug his nose into your temple.

With his eyes rolled back and his teeth clenched, Usopp's hips become a blur. His thrusts are so quick, so rough, that you’re beginning to experience whiplash.

“Gonna do it, fuck!” he panted. “I’m gonna cum in this cute, little pussy! You do it with me, okay? You hear me? I’m going to make you cum!”

One hand forces your head down against the barrel while the other dives between your legs to torture your aching clit. Usopp is practically drooling with pleasure as your release finally overtakes his pulsing cock.

He slaps your clit a few times as you orgasm with a loud cry. He pounds into you harder and harder until he’s flooding your insides with his own release. With thick, white cum frothing out onto his balls, he grunts and pants into your ear, still occasionally licking your sweaty flesh.

He doesn’t pull out until his cock is soft and unable to continue with another round. Not for lack of trying, however. Usopp does his best to stroke himself back to life, slapping his throbbing tip against your twitching asshole upon spreading you open with a large palm, but it’s all to no avail.

Realizing he’s unfortunately spent, he finally gives up on stroking his overstimulated, twitching cock. He runs his fingers through your folds instead, admiring the excessive amount of cum that oozes and drips out of your used body.

“Get some rest,” he said, slapping your backside one last time. “I think Sanji’s got something special planned for you later.”

[bevioletskies]

Being with you is what I do for myself.

[tyttetardis]

Macbeth Q&A 18th Jan 2024 Part 1

Was lucky enough to get a ticket for the Member's Event at the Donmar Warehouse that took place on the 18th...with the price of the patronages I sure never thought I'd have gotten the chance, but luckily, they also let in some non-members 🥹❤️

The brilliant performance of Macbeth was followed by a very quick cleaning of the stage - thought for sure it would've taken them longer to remove the blood than like 5 minutes - followed by a lovely, little Q&A session.

The Q&A was led by Craig Gilbert (Literary manager) who talked to Annie Grace and Alasdair Macrae (Musicians and part of the acting ensemble) as well as Cush Jumbo and David Tennant.

Anyway, just gonna write down some of the stuff they talked about :) sorry if it's a bit messy! Might be spoilery if you haven't seen it yet but are going to!

To begin with Craig remarked that he didn't think he'd ever seen that many people staying behind for a Q&A before (While I was just wondering why some people even left!? Stressful!).

David introduced himself with "My real name is David "Thane of Paisely" Tennant - while Cush introduced herself with "I´m Cush Jumbo - there's only one of me".

First question was Craig asking them what it was that brought them to the Donmar to do Macbeth - to which David pretty much just replied that 1. It's the Donmar! 2. It's Macbeth! One of the greatest plays of all time in an amazingly intimate space - and that the theatre is famous for its quality of work. So he found it quite hard to think of a reason not to do it!

Cush said she'd worked there before and loves the theatre, how it's so intimate but also a great workspace. Followed by her saying she said yes because David asked her. She talked about how important it was for this play to do it together with the right actor playing opposite you.

David says Max Webster asked him about a year ago if he wanted to do the play - he gave him the dates - and since there weren't any obstacles in the way, David didn't have any excuse not to do it.

He then said that he had slightly avoided Macbeth - there sorta being the assumption that if you're Scottish and has done some Shakespeare plays before you have to do Macbeth. Which he joked was a bit odd since it's not like every Italian has to play Romeo. Then he mentioned that Macbeth is probably a bit more of a jock than he is - that it seemed more like a part for big, burly actors.

Max had laid out his initial ideas to David, a lot of which are in the final production, and David thought he seemed lovely, bright and clever and inventive plus it being the Donmar Warehouse! To which joked that he had last worked there 20 years ago - when he was 8 years old! "It's just one of those spaces" - friendly and epic at the same time where it's such a pleasure to be on the stage.

When Craig asked his next question concerning the sound of the play someone asked him to speak louder as she couldn't hear them - to which David joked that they've gotten so used to whispering. But also said sorry, and that they would!

Alasdair explained a bit about the process of the binaural sound - bit I find it a bit difficult to decipher it all correctly, sorry. He did say that a interesting part of it is that it allows them a controlled environment where they can put all the musicians (and even the bagpipes!) behind the soundproof box so "Poor David and Cush" doesn't have to shout over all the racket.

Craig asked David and Cush what their reaction was when they heard about the concept of the binaural soundscape - to which David replied that it didn't quite exist when they first came onboard - Cush joking they were tricked into it. Then she talked about her and David going on a workshop with Max to get a feeling of how it would all work - and get a sense of how it would sound to the audience, as this was one of the few times, they got to hear that side of it. Their experience of the play being completely different to the experience the audience has.

Cush said they can hear some of the sound - like she can hear some of the animal sounds and David can hear some of the stuff from the glass box - but most of their cues and information comes from timing with each other. She said they won't be able to ever hear what the audience hears - to which David joked "We're busy".

It felt like mixing medias - as it all went quite against their natural stagecraft instinct - but Cush found that in the long run it made things very interesting - like they don't have to worry about getting something whispered to each other - as the audience will hear it anyway.

David said the odd thing is that they don't really know what the experience truly is like. He mentioned that to the sides of the stage there's a speaker for them where they will get any cues that they need to hear. Like they can hear the witches - but they can't hear where they are "positioned" - so they have to learn how to place themselves to fit with what the audience hears. They don't hear everything, though. And the audio they hear is quite quiet, so it doesn't disturb what comes through the headphones.

He thinks it's been exciting - that it's a bit like a mix between film and theatre. It's happening live - but it's also like post-production is happening between them and the audience as it's going on. They just have to trust that the audience is hearing what they are supposed to for it all to make sense.

Cush said she thinks in 10 - 20 years, as these technologies has developed, doing theatre like this will feel a lot more normal - not that they will do it ALL the time, but that they will be doing it - whereas now it's still like an experiment. What Cush really like about the concept is that if was done in a much bigger theatre - then people in the cheapest seats would be able to have an experience much more similar to those in the most expensive seats - they'd be a lot more immersed into the action.

David then talks about how it feels extremely counterintuitive to not go on stage and speak loud enough that the people in the back row can also hear you. And usually, if they can't hear you, you aren't doing your job right! But then it felt very liberating. He loves it.

Cush then talked about how it felt odd waiting in the wings for a cue you can't hear - where you traditionally wait backstage and you can hear your cues, you can hear the rythm and know when it's your turn - so it was quite disconcerting to hear silence. So it's basically down to them now knowing the show and each other's timings - like if David is standing at a certain point, she knows how long she has before she needs to say/do something. So you have to watch each other more closely and really focus on what the others are doing.

David asked the musicians if they can hear everything inside the box, to which Annie replied that they get everything except some extra bits in the soundscape. But they can hear the actors on stage. Annie said it's actually a bit of a mystery to all of them what the audience actually experiences - how the big pictures actually look like - they just have to trust that it's there "Is it there?!".

Someone asked if they had had any adverse reactions from audiences to having to wear the headphones. Quite a bit of laughter all around :P then David said "There's the odd person" and something about if someone hadn't gotten the memo before turning up...but not sure how he ended the line. Then once again says that yes, there's the odd person who doesn't like it and that's fair enough.

The same audience member then said he could see the advantage of it in a big theatre where the distance is big, but not in a small place like the Donmar - to which David very quickly, rather passionately replied that it's not about projection, it's about being able to do things you wouldn't normally be able to do live - where they can speak so quietly that they can't even hear each other when standing next to each other. So even in such a small place, people wouldn't be able to hear that. It's about creating a different play - which isn't to everyone's taste and that's fair enough. But for a play that's been done a hundred and seven million times he thinks it's very valid to try and find a new way into the play - even if it's not for everyone.

Part 2

[allmyandroids]

[luc1ferian]

what no grass does to a motherfucker

[lost-in-hogwarts]

Please let's not talk about hands...

[just-gingerkat]

JUST WATCHED THE MURDERBOT DIARIES TRAILER AND

[lilfriezatyrant]

@reptile--queen ✨✨🥺👌

[sunlightfeeling]

Mirai e no 10 Count: Episode 6 (2022)

[carothepoet]

😍😍😍

I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed You fascinate me so

You Fascinate Me So, Blossom Dearie

[vault81]

fav part of this new fo3 jack playthrough is constantly posing him like he's a doll

[calebslver]

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ovulating with caleb <3

💭 : p in v , overstimulation , fem!reader , praise , improper use of evol , squirting , messy sex , marathon sex , it’s ovulation week girls !! ^^

caleb knew how you got during ovulation week. one glance at his biceps, arms, or chest, and you’re looking at him with those eyes that are practically begging him to fuck you until you pass out.

and right now? you were looking at him with the same eyes. which is how you got led here. pinned down. drooling from both lips. being stretched out by a cock that was close to splitting you in half. “good girl,” caleb panted, sweat dripping from his temple.

his large form leaned over you, chest pressing against your legs in the meanest, most perfect mating press. his cock was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, drawing out more and more high, dumbed out moans from your puffy lips. he knew it too. oh, caleb knew how good you felt. to your fucked out facial expression to how your pussy is covering his cock whole.

“such a pretty—hah—pussy. god, she missed me, huh? suckin’ me in—all greedy,” he blabbered into your ear, the tone of his voice making you clench around his cock hard. you couldn’t even understand what he was saying—your brain was turning into mush, drooling from your panting mouth.

slurred words caleb didn’t even try to understand came out of your mouth as you went cross eyed, turning louder and louder. “ca—caleb! close, mph, ‘m close!” you whined and the man above you grinned. it felt like his thrusts got harder, faster and he pushed against your legs until they almost met your ears. “yeah? is my dumb baby close? i bet she is. ‘could feel this pussy clenching—i know her like the back of my hand.”

your gut coiled up into something you can’t explain and you blubbered nonsense, tears swelling in your eyes as you tensed. a few more thrusts—one, two, three—until you came with a scream.

except you didn’t cum. no, instead, you squirted. a wet splash and his abdomen, balls, and cock were covered in your juices. “holy—fuck—did you just squirt—” he let out a surprise gasp and your own pleasure triggered his own. he didn’t even have time to warn you before he toppled over, weight against your chest as he shot load after load into your wet heat.

you let out a mewl, too filled with ecstasy to hear hear caleb moan and groan about how “it’s so much”, and how he “can’t stop”. you felt filled to the brim, caleb’s thick cum seeping out of your well-stretched hole as his cock came to a stop. “fuck, thank you, baby. you did so good, so perfect.”

[bywons]

THOUSAND KISSES 𖥔 lhs

𝗔𝗖𝗧𝖵────𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍

❪ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝒾𝐒 ❫ ｡ 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽!𝗅𝗁𝗌 𝗑 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝖿!𝗋 1215 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ✿ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 贅沢 ／ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄

★REBLOG4KISS

“and i have the best husband ever!” you giggle loudly, nearly toppling over as your heel catches the edge of the table as the nearly-empty wine bottle tips precariously in your hand.

heeseung turns immediately from where he’s seated at the outdoor table, his usual calm demeanor caught off guard as he stands up slowly.

“there he is!” you stumble forward, dramatically pointing towards heeseung, “that’s the one, the most handsome— hiccup —husband!”

heeseung resists the urge to slap himself in front of his friends, as he makes his way towards you as fast as he can. behind him, his friends already burst into laughter, but that’s one embarrassment he can handle later.

“i swear to god,” he sighs, stumbling in his own steps as he stands across the table in front of you, neck craning up to take in the chaos, “get down, y/n, you will hurt yourself!”

your booze fueled brain could register nothing but the man in front you having furrowed brows, flushed cheeks and a very, very embarrassed facial expression.

“aww, s-so you do care about me!” you laugh, the wine bottle falling out of your hands at the perfect speed for heeseung to face and place it on the floor, “oops, sorry.”

“get down, darling please,” he pleads now, in his mind he curses himself as he plans to get on his knees next if you don’t listen, the only next option. “you don’t want to hurt yourself, right? please, darling i—”

you whine, stomp your heels against the table which makes both the table and heeseung panic, and pout at him. all three of which heeseung prays are far enough from his friends, so it wouldn’t be another inside joke soon.

heeseung’s hands twitch at his sides, jaw ticking as he throws a mortified glance over his shoulder. his friends are howling with laughter—sunghoon is doubled over, jake’s already got his phone out, and jay is definitely mouthing “good luck.”

“y/n,” heeseung lets out a shaky breath as he holds the sides of the table down, “please for the love of god, just come down, baby.”

“i won’t do it for free,” you complain, a small giggle leaving your lips.

heeseung sighs for god knows how many times now. he forces himself to look back up at you again, “what do you want, darling?”

“a kiss, hee,” you mumble, drawing dangerously closer to the edge, “just a kiss.”

heeseung felt as if his cheeks were caught on fire now. they were surely as red as a tomato given your dialogues and how long he stared at you. he loves you, he loves a little too much that if he had the power to fly up and kiss you, he would in a heartbeat. but unfortunately, heeseung can’t do that, which makes him love you less when you’re a step away from breaking your neck.

“i’m no superman, baby, i can’t get up there,” he sighs, again, god what a night this has become, “but if you get down, i’ll give you a thousand kisses baby i promise.”

“you do? hiccup really?”

“yes, darling, i do.”

you blink, clearly processing the offer in your hazy wine-sweetened mind, then break into a bright, delighted smile. “okay then!”

before he can celebrate your change of heart, you attempt a dramatic descent—your foot catching, your heel slipping—and in one horrifying moment, you lose your balance entirely.

heeseung acts before thinking. “shit—!”

he rushes forward just in time to catch you in his arms with a soft gasp, stumbling back a step as your weight crashes into him. your arms sling around his neck instinctively, and your face lands inches from his.

“hee,” you whisper, wide eyes and blushing, “you caught me!”

“i always do, don’t i?” heeseung's gasps for breathe, both because he basically played spiderman and he’s moments away from crashing out.

you blink, cheeks warm and eyes glassy as you realise your lips are too close to his, “are you crying?”

“no,” he mutters immediately, glancing away. “that’s just sweat. from all the stress you gave me tonight.”

you cling onto him, burying your head on his shoulders as you giggle softly. “y-you smell like laundry.”

“and you smell like love,” heeseung sighs.

heeseung finally stabilises himself, deciding to finally walk away from this gathering before you decide to do something even more reckless. he turns around, easily putting you in a bridal style.

he marches towards the driveway with you, trying his best to ignore his friend’ gala over it.

from across the lawn, someone wolf-whistles.

“we love you, superman!” sunghoon yells.

“that’s my boy!” jake adds.

“shut up!” heeseung barks over his shoulder, ears flaming.

he finally reached his much awaited rendezvous of the night, where he cs freely let his cheeks burn and heart thump faster. you’re still in his arms, giggling and coming up with pick up lines as you kick your feet around.

heeseung stops in front of the car, gently setting you down against the side so he can open the door, but your arms don’t budge from around his neck.

your words form an incoherent sentence as your pout, “are we going home?”

“yes, baby,” heeseung mumbles, smoothing his thumb over your cheeks, “aren’t you tired already?”

“but you promised me a thousand kisses,” you frown.

“okay,” he murmurs. “a thousand kisses.”

your eyes flutter up to meet his. the golden glow from the porch light glints in your lashes as he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“one.”

a kiss to your cheek.

“two.”

your nose.

“three.”

and then finally, he cups your face with both of his hands and leans in. and then, finally, he kisses your lips—soft, slow, and filled with every ounce of unspoken adoration he’d rather die than say in front of his friends.

your hands tighten around your neck as you both smile into the kiss.

heeseung pulls you even closer by the waist, pulls away for a breather and dives in again, his lips soft against yours as they trail up your cheeks and down to your neck as you giggle.

“four, no, five!” he exclaims, bursting into laughter when he sees you laugh too.

you’re breathless with laughter, still slightly tipsy and now thoroughly drunk on heeseung’s kisses. your arms refuse to let go of his neck, your feet kick lazily behind you as if the air around him has turned to clouds, and you’re floating.

heeseung presses another kiss to your collarbone, humming against your skin. “six, and i think this one’s my favorite so far.”

“you said a thousand,” you whisper, nose brushing against his as your lashes flutter with each blink. “you can’t cheat.”

heeseung grins, so wide and beautiful under the porch light it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. “i’m pacing myself,” he teases, placing one more on the corner of your mouth. “seven.”

you gasp dramatically as you feel heeseung click open the car door behind, slowly guiding you inside it, “are you —hiccup— breaking your promise?”

“never,” heeseung smiles

he sighs as he gets in, feeling jake and jay giggling as they watch you drive away. but swears in his heart, he would give up eternity to kiss you a thousand times anyways.

스루 ܃ for my gfie ridoipup @isoobie >< #heeri too real, i love you so much always, mwahhh i hope you like this 🎀

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